The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 6

The dress drops from my hand. His eyes wander lower. My heart skips a beat. His gaze lingers. I can barely hear my breaths as intense hunger clouds his eyes. I’ve never seen a man look at me that way before, and I’ve never seen that look in his eyes, even when he looked at Anya. It was so new to me.

The sound of footsteps breaks both of us out of our trance. Atticus steps in and slams the door shut before anyone can see me.

The sound is enough to remind me of my state.

I spin around and cover my exposed breasts even though it doesn’t make sense now that he’s seen them. And I’m not helping the situation by showing him my bare ass either. That is if he’s still looking at me, which I doubt he is.

He clears his throat.

“I’ll leave when my brother walks past my room.” He tells me. Did I mistake it, or was there a huskiness to his voice?

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “This is your room. I’ll be finished in a minute. You can have the room to yourself after.”

“No.” He disagrees. “There is no need to rush.”

There is a slight pause before he softly says, “this will be your room eventually.”

realize I had been holding as I fell onto his bed. My face hits his shirt, and I inhale even though I shouldn’t. Why do even his clothes smell as good as him? It doesn’t make

the bed when the door suddenly opens again, “Autumn, why are you

helps me zip it to the back, and then we head back out of the room. Atticus is waiting for us a little distance away, and I can

for my list

the room to change as I have

sister tells me as she joins my side. I take it from her

calling me a fake friend; others were begging me to be their friend now that

of those things managed to upset me, like the one message that stood out. It was from

‘How could you?’

it left the impact that she wanted it to have

him about everything. It couldn’t be something simple that made him agree to marry me. Did his parents threaten him and force

intentionally

wedding. Even though my heart belonged to him, I didn’t

help but stare. The white

This is the effect he always had on me. Except now he was finally looking my way. He never did before. I had his attention, and I wasn’t prepared at all for

most beautiful man I’ve ever set my eyes on. Too good looking for his

with me,” Atticus says, and I do as he says. He takes us to the photographer. The man looks eager to take our pictures. This must be something he loves doing. Was he accustomed to

around her.” The

are other photographers to the back, ready to snap